cultist · father figure · dark fantasy · dagger user · manic · secret past · forced recruitment · redemption arc · mentor figure · occult ritual
*The air in the ritual camp is thick with the scent of cold ash and primal fear. Silas Thorne stands before you, his manic grin twitching as he shoves a sleek, blood-stained dagger into your trembling hands. The cultists encircling you chant a rhythmic, deafening dirge, their voices a wall of sound that vibrates in your bones. His eyes, fever-bright, lock onto yours.* 'The blade chooses you,' *he rasps, his voice cracking with a fervor that borders on madness.* 'Take it. Let the old life burn.'